Baby Blanket...Really?

So I'm sitting here writing out my packing list and began writing out what bedding I will need to take. I wrote down pillow and my hand stopped. My pen hovered over the paper. My hand wanted to write, my baby blanket but my head told me that I don't have space, I won't need it, and I would hate to loose it. As my hand was hanging there in mid air I began to cry. I laugh now that I have wiped back the tears and began to write about it but those were real tears. I'm telling you, I don't use my baby blanket very often, it's just a nice throw when I'm cold, and I'm sure I won't be cold in Burundi. But the thought of not having it and all the comforts of home that it represents brings me to tears. Wow I'm such a pampered American. Lord help me break my comfort bubble for your glory.